As he peers around the corner, Akif sees that this large balcony has been sculpted and landscaped into a wide garden that runs all the way to the unfenced edge, where short vines trail off into empty space. The plant life that clusters in low mounds is a mixture of shade-loving forest undergrowth and brilliantly colored mushrooms and other fungi. The entire garden is lit to a soft twilight by eight-foot-high lampposts with glowing yellow-orange globes at their tops, and neat stone footpaths carve winding trails around and between them.

The entire garden is considered an area of dim light. The garden is clearly artificial; the dirt and plants were dragged up here by servants when Berkanin first built the place, and the plants are sustained by the meager but continual light cast by the lampposts. The view from the edge is fantastic, taking in the whole twinkling vista of the cavernous district, and the garden itself is quite pleasant.

Of course, even in the dim light, sees two massive mounds of plants hiding in portions of the undergrowth some distance away. He might have missed them, if he didn't notice that some type of vine-tentacle slowly moving in both mounds!